Chapter 40 The Warning Vision

• ‎Lily and Rosy lay entwined in their shared bed, the room cloaked in darkness save for the pale glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Mason lay between them, his arm draped protectively over their forms, his breathing deep and even. Outside, the wind whispered against the glass, carrying with it the scent of pine and the distant call of wolves.
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• ‎But within the sanctuary of their sleep, shadows stirred. Rosy’s breath hitched, her brow furrowing as she turned in her sleep, fingers clenching the sheets. Beside her, Lily’s expression mirrored her own—eyes fluttering beneath closed lids, her body tensing as if caught in the grip of something unseen.